Page 116 of Bad Wolf

He sits on the hood, pulling me down to do the same between his legs. His arms wound tightly around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“I can’t believe you still have this jacket.”

I snuggle into the faded black leather I’m wearing, “You’re joking, right? Like I’d ever get rid of this. Not only was it yours, but the leather has turned all buttery and it’s warm.”

“I don’t think I’d ever get that thing on now. Good job Dad gave me his.”

“See youwerepuny in high school,” I tease.

He squeezes my hips, and smiles into my neck. The scruff on his jaw scratches at my delicate skin, lighting me up inside and I tilt my head to give him more access.

“I drove around aimlessly the day you arrived. I filled up at the gas station and then took a wrong turn, not able to think straight. Came up here to turn around and just sat here, exactly like this, wondering what the fuck had just happened.”

“I ruined your Demon day.”

“Nah, when I look back now, the image of you steppin’ out of my car all spiked boots and skinny jeans. Your hair flying in the wind—sexiest thing ever.”

I shuffle, placing my feet on the ground and turn in his embrace so we’re nose to nose.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, yes.” He takes my mouth in a slow, soft kiss, and when I automatically open up for him, he dives in, our tongues sliding against each other in a practiced dance. His hands sifting through my hair, making me moan quietly.

Knox Madden is a good kisser, but there’s something about the way he kisses me. With such passion, such reverence. Like he knows exactly what I need.

His hands slide down my neck and arms, they creep under the soft thin sweater, his fingertips leaving trails of goose bumps over my flesh. They move higher up my rib cage, his thumbs grazing the sensitive underside of my breasts.

Still his lips never leave mine.

Not when he stands, gripping my ass, and turns me.

Not when he lowers me onto his hood. My back resting against the warm metal, him standing above me.

Not when he grinds his hardening length against my aching center.

It’s only when I buck up into him that he rip his mouth away from mine and we both gasp for air, blinking our sight back.

He stands and I raise up. We both stare at each other for a heartbeat, and then I’m grappling for the buckle of his belt and tugging on the zipper of his jeans while he pulls at my leggings. He has to take off my shoe so he can pull the fabric down my right leg.

I’m fueled only by the need coursing through my veins. Desire taking over every rational thought.

It doesn’t matter that we’re out in the open, or that anyone could see us.

All that matters is that Knox’s fingers are dragging my panties to the side and he’s lining the head of his swollen cock up with my center.

That he’s hiking my leg up over his hip and driving into me, stealing my breath as my wet heat welcomes him.

He pulls out and slowly pushes back in, his eyes trained on where we’re joined.

We kiss again. His hold firm, right hand on the back of my neck, his palm bruising my thigh as he plunges inside me over and over.

I whimper and mewl into his mouth, but I don’t speak any real words. I’m too turned on, too desperate to get to the finish line. The night pulls around us, it’s sounds distorted as he pushes us to the edge.

Nothing else exists in this moment except my breathy moans and his low growls and cursing.

My orgasm crashes through me as we fall over together. I bite down onto the juncture where his shoulder meets his neck to muffle my scream, my innermost walls draining him of everything he’s got as he groans out my name.

He pulls me tighter to him as our chests heave.

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